As we waited I noticed a large specimen of tiger’s eye quartz on his desktop. I stepped over to his desk, picked up the specimen, and was admiring it when the Dean walked in.
I remarked, “Dean Williamson, this is a remarkable specimen of tiger’s eye! Where did it come from?”
The Dean, obviously prepared to give me a roasting (which he subsequently did), couldn’t help being pleased. A ghost of a smile flitted across his face as he sat down.
No matter. He asked me what the problem was, and I said that the plan he proposed wouldn’t work for housing such as ours, and gave him a copy of the letter explaining my reasons.
The Dean took my letter apart, line by line.
After a few minutes I realized that I wasn’t going to get anywhere trying to discuss the matter, so I sat back in my chair and relaxed. At this point the Dean made a critical mistake; he thought that he had beaten me. He said, “Now get out and sign up for the program! If you think that I won’t carry this further, just try me!”